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We don't flip the bird, we don't cuss and
When the cars don't move when the light green
We don't our doors when we leave the house
There ain't nobody here that keep out
the way we do it in our town, yeah

You never hear me
For up strong, growin' up right
Livin' by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for an' miles
Ain't nothin' but on the radio dial
I thank the Lord I was born an' bred
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Ain't no flags on our Court House Square
You see Old Glory everywhere
There ain't no Valley with five-star atmosphere
Daddy's home grown beef's what's for here
An' we wash it down a tall, cold beer, yeah

You never hear me
For growin' up strong, growin' up
Livin' life by the Golden
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green for miles an' miles
Ain't but country on the radio dial
I thank the good Lord I was born an'
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crows, six a.m.
John Deere pulling that plow
Spit on face, hands in the dirt
Ain't nothin' better on God's great

You hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, up right
life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for an' miles
Ain't nothin' but country on the dial
I thank the good Lord I was an' bred
Well, I the good Lord I was born an' bred
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